Everything hurts and there's nothing but black for a long time when I finally come around. There is a gnawing pain in my stomach but my throat isn't dry, so I'm not
dehydrated. But I'm so tired, truly exhausted. Despite this, I feel safe where I am. It's cool and warm at the same time, and surprisingly wet. Eventually I realize that I'm
submerged in liquid, probably a kolto tank. Though I can't remember where I am or how I got here. I just want to go back to sleep, but a voice in my head tells me I have to
move. Somehow, I know that if I stay here I'll die. I don't really mind that thought. But the voice is back and I know that I have to go, that is isn't time yet. I don't know how
long I remain still before my eyes sluggishly blink open.
The bright white lights of the room I'm in, a medbay, blind me for at least five minutes before my eyes adjust. And then immediately I see them. On either side of me, there are
two more kolto tanks, occupied by uniformed men. They're all dead, I know with a sick certainty. I panic, flailing about in my tank, yanking off my face mask and pushing
upwards against the lid. The top opens and I scramble out, falling onto the floor. My long dark hair is matted against my face and I take deep gasping breaths. I do not want to
be surrounded by these corpses but it takes me at least ten minutes before I can force movement into my muscles again, at first crawling towards the door, then finally standing
and rushing towards it. It opens easily and I'm out of the room and away from the bodies. The door closes behind me, and I lean against a wall for a moment to assess my
situation. Outside of the kolto, I'm in my underwear, soaked and cold. I don't even have shoes. I cough to test my voice, before tentatively calling out a "Hello?" I still have no
clue where I am, but someone had to put me in that tank. The last thing I can remember is being on the Harbinger, after the Republic found me...but I don't think that this is a
republic facility. I have been in enough of those to know the feel, the bright orange stripes on everything, walls oozing patriotism, unseen eyes watching your every twitch.
The fact remains that I cannot be alone here, wherever here is, but I can't 'sense' anyone. Granted, my 'senses' are pretty rusty from a complete lack of use and prolonged
isolation. I may have to rely on what I can hear, see, and touch. I push away from the wall and head into the next room, bare feet padding against the cold metal floor. There
are some plasteel cylinders filled with medpacks and chemicals, but no clothes. I grab a pack and gather what I can. Medpacks never hurt, and I was in that kolto tank for a
reason. Force, I wish I could remember what happened. The only other thing in the room is a computer terminal. I log on and access the medical records, which indicate that
someone added enough sedative to the kolto tanks to kill the others, but somehow I survived. This is insanity. Is someone trying to kill me? Or the uniformed men? Why? I
have a pretty good idea how I survived, but was the killer aware of my background? I have plenty of questions and no answers. I was counting on finding someone to help me,
but it seems more likely that I'll find someone who wants to kill me. But I'm hungry and naked and the voice is telling me that I have to keep going, so I do.
Big mistake, because the next room I enter is a morgue. And it's full. I turn on my heel and sprint out of the room and down the hall. I quickly open the door to the next room
and only to be faced with another dead body, as well as the remains of some sort of droid. I take several deep breaths, attempting to center myself and quell my panic. It feels as
if the ghosts of this place and all its dead are suffocating me. Remembering my training, I disconnect from the situation, from reality, and move to examine the body. It was
killed by some sort of blaster fire, dressed in the same uniform as all the other corpses. I take a vibroknife from it's pocket and move to examine the droid. I've never seen one
like it before, and I've seen a lot of droids. This one is obviously outfitted with serious hardware- designed for digging, perhaps? My suspicions tell me that the droid attacked the
man, who destroyed it before dying of his injuries. But I can tell that this droid was not designed for combat. I have a really bad feeling about all of this.
My intuition tells me that there is danger in the next room, but it's the only way forward, and there is something pulling me in that direction. I brace myself before opening the
door, revealing another droid, but this one is in working order. It turns, slowly and clunkily, at the sound of the door, and I see it's lasers warming up to fire at me. But it's stiff,
not built for dexterity, and so obviously not a combat model. I easily dodge the blasts and do a forward roll to come directly in front of it, too close to be shot, and plunge the
vibroknife into its behavior core, effectively shutting it down. Simple, but I haven't been in combat in a long time. I am equally surprised and disturbed at how easily it all comes
back. Still, I'm out of practice and running on empty. If I come up against a real opponent, or even multiple droids, I won't be able to fend them off. I continue on to what seems
to be the security center, which is eerily empty. I'm able to find a stealth field generator, which I equip. Logging onto the security terminal, I check the cameras of the next
room, showing them to be full of droids. Perfect. Past that is an enormous control center of some sort, empty save for more droids. The only other camera shows a detention
center, with a dark haired man imprisoned in a force cage. He's alive! Of course, the only other living person here would be a criminal. Hopefully, he's only in there because he
pissed off the person who killed everyone else. Perhaps we have the same enemies. Regardless, he's my only hope at this point. Switching on my new stealth field generator, I
check to make sure that it is fully operational before heading into the next room, sneaking past the droids into the control center. There are even more droids in here. How am I
supposed to get into the prison and talk to that man without attracting their attention? Rather than go directly to the detention quarters, my feelings guide me in the opposite
direction. I am greeted by enormous bay windows looking out into black space. Out there are countless asteroids precariously drifting much too close for comfort. Where in hell
am I? This isn't a ship, I'm not on a planet, and Telos citadel station where I was supposed to be heading is not in the middle of a damn asteroid field. I head to the nearest
terminal, which reveals nothing as to where I am. All systems are unresponsive, except for a command to power down the droids, which I do. They all immediately shut down
and fall to the floor with a thud. Now that the threat is gone, I switch off my stealth generator to save the battery. There is no reason for me not to go confront the prisoner,
and he's my only hope for information. Fighting my unease, I turn back and head toward the detention facility.
AN: Lucasarts owns everything, yadda yadda. So yeah. Kreia will not be in this story like she is in the game, because I personally find her to be an annoying cockblock. But that doesn't mean that without her there will be major raunchy times, because this isn't that kind of story, exactly. Review if you have comments/questions/concerns!